Zephyrous

Hither no winds, but zephyrous breaths repair, Soft, as the sighs of love sick virgins are!

And the blossom as scarlet as blood, the single, the starry, the strong, Is the Alpine love that is nurtured in clefts of the toiler’s life,— The love that is sought not in languor nor chanted in zephyrous song, But held in the heart of the storm when the soul has been wed to a wife.

It was March now, the mild March of an early spring. There came new days, zephyrous and sweet.

Green-hatted doormen awaken the eve in statuary-niched yellow lobbies— zephyrous canyons brightlit, gray stone Empire State too small to be God lords it over sweet Macy’s & Seafood City by junkie Grant Hotel—

1895, “Feminine Affairs” in To-Day (magazine edited by Jerome K. Jerome), Volume 9, Number 111, 21 December, 1895, p. 200, That there will be flying machines before very long seems more than likely, and what deliciously zephyrous and diaphanous costumes will not the milliners devise for airy recreations in the near future!